Since paying to win wasn't an option, they could only pay with their lives.
Fatty felt a little dazed. Maybe this event should be renamed, he thought. Forget 'Lantern Festival'; it should be called the 'Risk-Your-Life Event.'
The sounds outside grew louder, and the screams of distant players rose and fell. The sounds made Fatty's hair stand on end. It seemed numerous sounds echoed just outside their door, accompanied by hurried footsteps—likely Mr. Green. Something seemed to be lingering outside. Mr. Green was probably trying to patiently persuade it, but some discordant noises still echoed from beyond the door.
Fatty shivered. "The ghosts outside are getting stronger... They won't be driven away easily, will they?"
He was right.
From time to time, malicious sounds reached their ears, followed by Mr. Green's hurried voice. It seemed as if some supernatural entity was constantly lurking outside.
